39. Elijah
For the entire ride back to the house, I fight the urge to climb into the backseat and kiss the life out of our omega. My mind replays the moment she stepped up and put those girls in their places, my cock twitching as I remember the way her voice curled around the words “my players.”
The rational part of me knows that was a risky display. One video posted online could bring everything we’ve been working toward crumbling down. But in the moment, hearing Tori claim us as hers…
The alpha part of me is so over-inflated that I’m surprised my skin can contain it. And if Oli can stop driving like a grandmother, we can get home, and Tori can stroke more than my ego.
I glance back through the rearview mirror again, smirking to see Spencer cuddling Tori close, nuzzling her neck with his nose. Their hands are still visible, but Tori’s eyes are closed, her lips parted slightly as she clings to his arms. She nods at one point, and I wonder what Spencer is whispering to her. Whatever sweet words he’s pouring into her ear are definitely working, as the whole cabin quickly becomes saturated with sweet iced tea scent.
“Touch her, BlackJack, but don’t make her come. Not yet,” Oli growls suddenly.
I look over and find his eyes flickering rapidly between the road and the mirror, only a thin ring of yellow-gold color left around his wide pupils. He feels my eyes on him and looks over, licking his lips.
“I’m gonna make the calls, you and him helping me, okay,” Oli mutters, not quite a statement or a question.
My grin splits wider, and I nod eagerly, one of my hands drifting to the significant bulge in my slacks. I shudder as I run a light touch over my length, looking back to the mirror just as Spencer’s hand disappears under the hem of Tori’s hiked-up skirt.
“How wet are you, princess?” Oli asks, voice nearly a whole octave lower.
“She’s—”
“I didn’t ask you,” Oli snaps, cutting off Spencer’s response.
Tori whines as Spencer turns his head to glare at the back of our linemate’s head, his eyes darting to me through the mirror. I give him an encouraging smile, nodding.
I’ve got you, I say with my eyes. Play with us.
Spencer gives me the slightest dip of his chin, and something warms in my chest at his display of trust. He turns back to Tori, his mouth leaving hot kisses along her jaw.
“Ace asked you a question, sugar. You better get to answering before he gets upset,” Spencer purrs, speaking loud enough for us to hear this time.
Tori lets out a shuddering breath, swallowing audibly. “I’m so wet,” she breathes out, closing her eyes and turning to hide her face in Spencer’s shoulder.
“You can do better that, sunshine.” I chuckle to myself.
Tori gasps as Spencer’s hand dives between her thighs, her back arching. Spencer purrs, and I know he must be working his fingers hard based on the way his arm shifts. But as quickly as his attention came, he pulls back, a hand fisting in her hair to pull her upright, their noses nearly brushing.
“How wet are you, princess?” Oli asks again, a little more force behind the words now.
“I’m so fucking wet. I-I’m soaked, please. Please more. I need more,” Tori babbles, eyes glassy and half-lidded.
Groaning low in my throat, I squeeze myself through my pants. Spencer chuckles, running his nose along hers but not moving his hands.
The car makes a sudden left turn, jolting all of us back to reality. I blink as I realize we’re pulling into the garage, and I lurch against my seatbelt as Oli slams on the brakes and kills the engine. Before I can catch my breath, he’s out of the driver’s seat and yanking the rear driver’s side door open. I’m scrambling out of my seatbelt when I hear Tori yelp, and I look to find her in Oli’s arms, half hanging out the door as he devours her lips in a passionate kiss.
Spencer and I exit the car at the same time, and he starts to walk off. But I have other plans. I growl and grab his wrist and whip him back around, pinning him to the passenger side of the car with my hips. He opens his mouth, whether in protest or shock, it doesn’t matter. Not when I grab a fistful of the hair at the base of skull and drag his mouth down to mine.
Our height difference doesn’t stop me from claiming Spencer’s mouth thoroughly, our tongues meeting in a frenzied dance that makes my head spin. He smells like the winter forests of my homeland, his spearmint and spruce essence cool and crisp on the tongue. When we pull away, we’re both breathless, and I’m caught in the deep ocean blue of his eyes.
“Do you trust me?” I pant, trying to get the words out as fast as I can.
“Of course, Joker. Why—”
“Oli wants to take charge, and we’re gonna follow his lead. Is that cool with you?” I cut off his question to save time.
Spencer looks at me for two long heartbeats, and I see the moment he comprehends what I’m not saying. That we’re going to defer to Oliver’s commands tonight, no matter what. Even from the other side of the vehicle, I can already feel Oli’s dominance filling the garage like so much hot oil, making my skin tingle with excitement. But I know Spencer hasn’t always reacted well to Oliver’s alpha nature, so I wouldn’t blame him for bowing out.
But then Spencer nods, leaning down to kiss me softly even as I stand stock still in surprise.
“I’ll play along. But if he tries to make me eat his ass or some shit, I’m gonna bite his dick off,” Spencer mutters against my lips when he pulls away.
I let out a bark of laughter, wrapping my arms around Spencer’s broad shoulders. The noise catches the attention of the other pair in the room, and for a moment, I only hear our heavy breathing. But then Tori lets out a surprised yelp, making Spencer and I spring apart to figure out what’s wrong with our omega. I laugh again as Oli marches past us, Tori thrown over one shoulder as he takes the stairs two at a time.
I share a glance with Spencer, our devious grins a matched set before we take off after them. Oli is an alpha on a mission, crossing the distance between the top of the garage stairs to the bottom of the living room stairs in four strides. Spencer and I jog to keep up, and I give Tori a slick wink as she makes eye contact on the stairs up to the bedrooms.
“May we enter your nest, sugar?” Spencer asks as Oli hits the landing.
“That’s not the only thing you’re allowed to enter — FUCK!”
Tori’s sass is cut off with the crack of Oli’s hand on her ass, and I barely contain my sympathetic wince. I know all too well how skilled Oli is with his strikes, and that was a good one. He doesn’t break stride as he does it either, which is impressive. Tori’s weight is hardly slowing him down as he pushes the door to her room open, Spencer and I following on his heels. Only then does he set Tori down, and her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath.
“Are you done being a caveman?” she snarks, crossing her arms over her chest as she throws Oli a mock glare.
Oli growls and glances at me as I come up to his side. His eyes are a wildfire, blazing hot enough to melt flesh from bone, but there’s still the edge of control left in them. He’s not going into a true alpha rut, but the first warning signs are there. I turn away and stalk toward Tori, my shoulders rolling back as I draw myself up to my full height.
“You’ve got a lot to say, don’t you, sunshine? Maybe we need to put that smart mouth of yours to better use,” I say through my smirk.
Tori doesn’t get a chance to react before my hand is around the back of her neck, pulling her close before I bring her mouth with mine. She’s stiff at first, but then relaxes in my arms, lips parting to allow my tongue to taste hers. My eyes are closed, but I sense the movement beside me, a hint of spearmint in the air as Spencer brushes by, pressing himself against Tori’s back.
I pull back from her mouth, trailing kisses and nips along her jaw as Spencer’s hands wander over every inch of Tori’s body. She’s pressed too tightly between us to move properly, but she still attempts to grind her hips, seeking friction. I shed my suit jacket, sweat already pooling on my lower back before I kiss Tori again, Spencer turning his attention to her throat and shoulders as he shrugs out of his jacket as well.
We trade back and forth like that, kissing Tori while the other strips a piece of clothing away until all three of us are down to our skins. Purring low in my chest, I run my hands along Tori’s sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind my fingers. She keeps trying to reach for our cocks, but we’re pressed too tightly for her to get her hand between us. So she switches tactics, trying to get our hands to touch her where she wants. I’m tempted, but this game is too fun to cut short now.
“Do you want something, princess?” Oli asks, his warmth radiating into my back as he steps up behind me.
He’s naked, too. The tip of his leaking cock brushes against my ass and makes me moan into Tori’s mouth. She pulls back, her head flopping onto Spencer’s shoulder as she throws a half-lidded glare over my head to him.
“You know what I want,” she pants, sounding more like a desperate whine than the sarcastic jab she was hoping for.
“I do. But you have to ask nicely. What do you want?” His hand comes up to cup the side of her face tenderly.
Tori swallows hard, trying to squirm more, but Spencer lets out a low growl before pinching her side in correction.
“Touch me,” she snaps, clinging to the last shred of her defiance like driftwood.
“We are touching you.” I drag my short nails up the outsides of her luscious thighs to underscore my words.
Tori lets out the cutest groan of frustration through her teeth, making us chuckle. Her head whips up and her eyes find me, our gazes locking. Her left eye, the darker one, is nearly pitch black with lust, her cheeks painted with the brightest pink.
“Touch my pussy, my ass, my tits, touch everything,” she exhales, with a slight wobble to her lower lip that makes my heart ache.
“Good girl,” I mutter, adjusting my grip on her thigh and hauling her leg up to wrap around my hip.
Spencer is right there, his hand hooking under until he can plunge two fingers into her slit, the force of his thrusts shaking our tightly packed tangle of limbs. Tori screams, her hands splaying on my shoulders, nails digging into the muscles and making me groan. I use my other hand to play with one of her breasts, squeezing and massaging and tweaking the soft mound in my grip.
“Tell me how good your alphas are making you feel, princess,” Oli encourages as his thumb strokes her cheek tenderly.
“So fucking good. It feels so fucking good. Fuck, yes! Just like that,” Tori stumbles out, her voice a little raw even as Spencer continues to drag her higher and higher.
“Whose pussy is Spencer finger-fucking?”
She swallows and doesn’t answer Oli right away, pulling a growl from his chest. Spencer looks up and catches Oli’s gaze over my head before pulling away completely. The only reason Tori doesn’t fall onto her ass is because I have her wrapped so tight in my arms. She lets out a whine and a tiny growl of her own, which might be the most adorable thing I’ve ever heard.
“Take her to the nest,” Oli mutters in my ear, kissing the shell before pulling away from my back.
I stoop down slightly and grab Tori’s other thigh, hoisting her up with a grunt. She instinctively wraps her arms around my neck, clinging to me as I carry her over to the entrance of the canopied bed. I’m able to maneuver us to the back of the nest, where I can sit with my back against one of the padded walls, Tori releasing her locked ankles to fully straddle my lap. Almost immediately, she rubs her dripping slit along the length of my rock-hard cock.
I hiss and tip my head back, pleasure zipping through my veins like lightning. Her mouth sucks at my pulse as my fingers dig into the soft curve of her hips. I don’t know if I want to stop her or help her, but luckily, I don’t have to decide. She squeaks as she’s pulled from my lap, and I manage to catch her head before it hits my thighs as Spencer manhandles her onto her knees, her ass in the air to show off her perfect holes. Spencer and Oli are kneeling behind her, looking down with matching starving expressions.
“You’re so swollen for us, sugar. Look at how pretty your clit is, all puffed up and begging for attention,” Spencer coos. One of his hands strokes his impressive length while the other dips into the apex of Tori’s legs.
She jumps and moans, melting into the bed as she turns her head to rest her cheek on my thigh. Her mouth is so close to my cock that I can feel each of her labored exhales against my knot. Purring, I rake my fingers through her hair, gathering the tresses at the back of her head in a fist. Tori looks up at me, pleading with her eyes to save her.
“They want to take care of you, sunshine. But you have to be good for us. Can you do that?” I ask, settling into a softer form of dominance.
She nods, eyes locked on mine.
“Stick out your tongue for me,” I instruct, purring when she obeys.
Using my grip on her hair, I guide her mouth to the side of my cock. Without needing additional instructions, she starts licking every inch I allow her to reach. I’m still holding her against my leg so she can’t take me down her throat. I want to keep her mouth free to answer.
“Do you know whose mouth this is?” I ask, pulling her back slightly to tap on her dangling tongue.
She swallows and nods. “Yours,” she answers instantly.
I smile and bop her nose with a finger. “That’s right, pretty girl. This mouth belongs to us, your alphas.”
As I push her down the length, my stomach muscles tremble, and I hold back from thrusting up and making her choke. She handles the length like a champ, and I swallow a moan as I feel the muscles of her throat squeezing my tip. As she tries to back off, I growl and hold her there until she relaxes again. She’s only got about half of me in her mouth, her salvia like molten metal as it runs down the rest and over my knot. I push deeper, breathless with the show of trust on display. When I feel the tip of her still-extended tongue brushing my swollen and throbbing knot, I stop.
“Fuck, Joker. She’s gushing,” Spencer breathes in awe.
I look up and nearly pass out as I watch him bend down, his head disappearing as I hear the pornographic moans and slurping noises. Tori shakes, her throat spasming as she struggles for air around the sudden surge of pleasure. When I pull her back, strings of saliva hang between her lips and my tip as I force her to look at me.
“Whose pussy is BlackJack devouring?” I ask, tone light but reverent.
Tori’s voice shakes like she’s holding back tears, but she doesn’t hesitate to answer. “Y-yours. My alphas’.”
“Very good girl, princess. And whose ass is this?” Oli prompts.
Tori’s back arches as she screams, and I glance back and swallow hard. Oli has a bottle of lube in one hand, and one finger of the other pumping in and out of her ass with a devastating intensity that has Tori pressing back against him.
“Yours,” Tori moans, the word drawn out in a long moan.
I’m still holding her hair, and I use the grip to pull her attention back to my face. A tear slips free down her cheek, and I reach up to brush it away as I shift to kneel, sitting back on my heels.
“Who is going to make you come?” I ask, words full of gravel.
“My alphas!” Tori screams as she shatters.
My whole universe shrinks to the size of this perfect creature before me, her face twisted with exquisite release. No one has existed before her, and I know no one will ever come after. She’s my everything, my sun and moon, and I’m just a hunk of rock who was lucky enough to be swept up in her gravity.
Spencer appears at my side, bringing me back to the present as she slips under Tori’s kneeling form. I let go of her hair, allowing him to pull her into his arms so she can rest her shaky limbs.
“You’re doing so amazing, sugar. We’re right here, with you. We’ve got you,” he mutters, kissing her face and throat and really anywhere he can reach.
It warms a part of my soul I didn’t realize existed to watch over them, to see the comfort Tori finds in a man she despised not eight months ago. Her face is pressed into his shoulder, her chest expanding and contracting in slow, even breaths.
“Do you want to share Eli’s cock with me while Oli and I fuck you silly?” Spencer asks, laughing slightly.
I look down in surprise, finding Spencer smirking upside down at me. Tori glances at him and then at me, and I give her a warm smile of consent. Grinning back, she reaches out for me, her fingers digging into my hip as she pulls me closer. Spencer lifts her slightly to pull her down his chest, and jumps slightly before looking down at Oli.
“Just lending a hand,” he snickers.
That’s when I hear the slick sounds of flesh on lubricated flesh, and as I move around to the side, I realize Oli’s stroking Spencer’s cock with firm, purposeful strokes before angling the tip toward Tori’s eager cunt.
When I touched it in the dark not that long ago, I’d been impressed with what I’d found. Thick, with a delightful pattern of veins, which probably feel incredible as he’s thrusting. His girth stretches Tori’s pussy to perfection. And, judging by the sounds she’s making, she’s enjoying it as much as I am watching him work inch after glorious inch into her.
I look up at Oli with a small smile, and his answering grin makes my heart kick. He takes his non-lubricated hand and wraps it around the back of my neck to pull me into a brief but steamy kiss.
“I love you,” he whispers, just for me.
“I love you,” I parrot, pecking him with a quick kiss before moving away.
I shift back toward Tori’s and Spencer’s faces, stroking my pre-cum down my length. They both turn their heads as I rise. Using one of the beams above us for balance, I look down to watch Tori take my cock in her hand, bringing the tip to her mouth to suck. My eyes flutter closed as I fall into the sensations, jolting slightly as a second tongue, a much broader one, licks wide stripes around my aching knot, a calloused hand coming up to play with my heavy balls.
“Deep breath, princess,” Oli instructs, though his voice sounds like it’s coming from the other end of a wrapping paper tube.
Tori’s mouth pops off my tip as she complies, letting out a string of whispered cuss words, but I don’t get any relief. Not when a second hand tilts my cock down, and a different mouth wraps around me. I tremble as I try to hold still, not wanting to make Spencer choke when he’s knot-deep in our omega, but fuck, does it take all my concentration. He pulls back and guides me to Tori’s mouth, stroking the parts of me she can’t take down her throat.
“Look at you, princess. Taking all your alphas in all your pretty fucking holes. Fuck, that’s right, squeeze my cock when I fuck your ass. You are so fucking perfect,” Oli babbles, and I’m not sure if he’s fully aware of the absolute filth coming out of his mouth.
“Not gonna last. She’s so fucking tight,” Spencer gasps, panting like he’s just finished a brutal bag skate.
Tori moans around me, and the vibration goes directly to the base of spine, where I can feel my own orgasm building. I open my eyes and direct my gaze downward, gathering Tori’s hair in my hand to pull her off my cock and see my face. Spencer takes over without hesitation, wires crossing in my brain as he works his tongue along the underside.
“Whose cock is going to fill your cunt with alpha cum?” I ask, words half garbled with a growl.
Tori looks at me, confused, but then Spencer releases my cock. Using one hand, he turns her chin to kiss her hard.
“Your alpha’s cock is going to breed our omega’s pussy,” Spencer snarls with an intensity I don’t know if I’ve seen before.
“And your alpha is going to pump your ass full of cum, and give our omega his thick knot,” Oli adds, his voice just as ragged.
Tori looks close to tears again as she locks eyes with me, and I flash her a warm smile.
“And your alpha is going to fill your throat with so much cum, you’ll be dripping from all your holes.”
Tori moans as Oli shifts, half leaning over her as he snakes his arm between Tori and Spencer. I can tell when he finds her clit by the way Tori’s eyes roll back into her skull, her mouth falling open wide enough for me to shove my cock deep down her throat. She doesn’t fight it, pleasure relaxing her so thoroughly that I can push my length down her throat until my knot is brushing her lips with each brutal thrust.
Oli is the first to shatter, setting off a chain reaction of orgasms. He’s swearing in a garbled mix of French and English as he pushes his knot beyond the muscles of her rear entrance, his body shuddering with each pulse of his climax. Spencer falls next, his hips pushing so far off the mattress that Tori and Oli nearly lose their balance. Spencer doesn’t use words, but lets out an almost primal snarl, his hands clinging to Tori’s back as he fills her. Tori’s scream of bliss as she finally comes goes right to my balls, and before I even try to stop it, I’m coming, too. Load after load of hot cum shoots down her throat, stars bursting behind my eyelids as it just keeps going. And Tori, like the goddess she is, doesn’t spill a drop, and even has enough strength to suck the tip to make sure she got everything.
The room smells like sugar and pine trees and citrus and sex as we struggle to catch our breaths. I close my eyes, and in the haze, a moment of clarity hits me.
If it ever came down to choosing between this—the people I love and trust implicitly and want to spend the rest of my life with—and playing hockey, there isn’t a cell in my body that would protest hanging up my skates.